[PS] Undrafted Meeting Grounds

[Burter]

Everyone who has yet to be drafted is put in a large room with plenty of food tables, sofas, televisions, etc etc. Feel free to spar off to the side and all that good stuff.

You can buy things at a counter off to the side. Should be done in the C&C board.

Basically, a place to hang out as you await being drafted.

[Belle Hibiki]

The flickering pale white light cleared from his vision, and Buu materialized on the Meeting Ground's teleportation pad. His previous surroundings had been exchanged for what could only be called a lounge, and he blinked, the sadistic grin on his face slipping into incredulity. This was far less than the hard, gritty, get-in-line-you-maggot style he had been expecting. Their hosts had apparently been doing all that they could to make them as comfortable as possible.

Typical.

His crimson eyes drifted to one of the couches. It looked reasonably comfortable and - even better - was positioned in front of one of the televisions that were spread haphazardly throughout the room. On discovering the wonder of the television for the first time, Kid Buu remembered being leery of the device and its power to induce a near catatonic state of lethargy. Now more experienced with the senseless and crude humor the flashing box could produce on demand, he plucked a bag of chips from one of the waiting tables before throwing himself into the soft cushions, eager for a little mindless indulgence. The remote, discarded no doubt by a previous owner, lay on the pillow next to him. He picked it up.

Gorging himself on potato chips, the puttalin fighter spared a glance around him as he flipped through channels. The room was populated with others, but not nearly as much as he would have expected from a tournament this well advertised. There were the usual assortment of oddballs as well as a couple of reasonably strong looking characters training off to the side. They were much less overtly cocky than the fodder he had just left in the sign-ups, and he suddenly suspected that this room might be just for the Elite, the best of the best.

But there was no one he knew there. No familiar faces. No one from Civil Unrest.

A strange feeling came over him then, a sort of hollowness that spread and settled in his stomach like the remains of a bad meal. Vague but there, it persisted despite his attempts to drown it in crispy chips smothered in grease. Disappointment? But, he reminded himself, that feeling made no sense. He was, after all, Bibidi's first creation: the all-powerful and immortal Buu, a being of pure power and magic that had been made for nothing more than killing and domination. A weapon - nothing else, and he was happy to be just that. He didn't need anyone from some stupidly named organization to be there for his enjoyment to be complete. He could just kill, right? That was enough, it was what he was made for. He wasn't lonely.

That was preposterous.

Scowling darkly, the majin flicked through channel after channel, each glowing image imprinting itself dully on the ebony surface of his eyes before flickering and being replaced by another. The child saw little of it, preoccupied.

Preposterous. Totally.

He ate his chips.

[Nori]

The youth walked into the room with serenity, her gaze flittering in all directions of the room; to every nook and cranny. For the most part it seemed full of fighters that were full of themselves and that she knew wouldn?t do good in the tournament. Such was the case with the majority of the muscular looking fighters. There were a few that stood out however; warriors who seemed to be around her, and perhaps a few that were stronger then herself. One of these fighters was a warrior sitting down in front of a television, apparently enjoying himself while devouring helpless potato chips.

Most odd of all however was the fact that this man, no, kid, was pink. He wasn?t slightly pink as if he had been sunburned however, he was more of a bubble gum pink. Slightly turned off by this she walked in the opposite direction, towards a couple of fighters who were sparring each other. His physical appearance was also somewhat odd, not at all like a human.

The two were apparently confined to a very small area to fight, as they moved very little and people guarded them in a semi tight circle. They tried to grapple one another, or in other times they tried to beat each other in submission with a flurry of punches, or a hard kick to a sensitive location. After watching this for several minutes she found that the two were exceptional fighters by no means. Their attacks and punches seemed painfully slow; like they were in slow motion to her. She watched them for a few more moments before turning away from them, tired of watching the dull battle despite her efforts.

Walking towards the area where food was she found herself grabbing a bottle of Dr. Pepper and a fruit that resembled a peach. Walking towards the couch in front of the television she sat down on it although she sat as far away from the pink man as possible. Eating her peach with the occasional sip of soda from the bottle she watched the television, quietly.

She thought she may recognize some people here, unfortunately such was not the case. Oh well, several days left..

[Nori]

Akane took a bite out of her juicy peach, wiping away the juices that busted forth and dribbled down her chin. Drinking a sip from her glass bottle of Dr. Pepper she set it back down on the ground where it had been, with one quick fluid motion. Looking at the saiyan with curiosity she took another bite of her peach, before speaking to him.

?Dr. Phil.? she said sighing. The remote had broken, and she was way to lazy to get up and change the plasma screen herself. She turned to face him for a moment, before looking back at the screen. Within moments she found herself turning away from it again in disgust so that she was staring once more at the man.

?I?m sort of bored myself.? She spoke earnestly, not wanting to lie to the man who had come to sit by her. ? I mean, this isn?t what I expected. I hoped there would be a lot of good fighters around here so I could well, fight them or something. I hope the tournament isn?t like this.? She quickly took another bite of her peach; finishing it off with one more gigantic bite. Not wanting to eat the core of the peach she looked around for some place where she could dispose of the refuge. Not wanting to get up of course, she only looked with her eyes.

Her eyes found the garbage, and with a slight bit of effort she simply tossed it into the can to her right and slumped back into the coach comfortably, patting her stomach. While she wasn?t full she knew that this would hold her off for a little while. Sipping her Dr. Pepper she noticed a commercial come onto the television; the Dr. Pepper logo flashing across the screen. A song popped up, singing.

I?m a Dr. Pepper Girl.

In a Dr. Pepper world.

At that point she looked away smiling at the fact that there was a young girl dancing on the screen with a Dr. Pepper bottle in her hand. Looking back at the Saiyan she spoke to him; having forgotten that he was even there before. ?So, um. Hows it going??

[Nori]

She blinked several times, before taking another sip of her beverage. Setting it back down she turned so that she was facing the man, sitting on the arm rest of the couch. ?Well, I mean. The deaths aren?t real. Or at least that?s what I heard. Its just like one big game, although I expect it will be more violent.? She frowned at this, a slight bit worried at the fact that this wasn?t a game; it was a real ordeal. Despite the fact that there was no real deaths, people still bled, they hurt, cruelty was abundant she supposed. It was war after all; no matter if it wasn?t totally real.

?Uh, aliens?? She was alarmed by this. Besides the pink kid who was in the room everyone else appeared human. Looking around once more she found that there was a lot of other people in the room; some of them resembling humans, except for a furry tail around their waists that resembled that of a monkeys. There were also a variety of different aliens, some resembling humans while others were much more diversified. Slumping back down into her seat she put her hand on her head. ?Oh my.?

Looking at Kollifum out of the corner of her right eye she noticed that he had a tail as well, and she slumped even further. ?Why, oh, why?? She whispered. She should have read the information more thoroughly, because as it was she had no idea of any nonhumans being in the event. She had never even seen a alien before. ?I uh, didn?t mean to offend you.? She took her hand off of her forehead quietly, and despite himself Kollifum found himself laughing at her antics.

Calming down she breathed in and out deeply, her chest rising and falling slowly as she thought clearly of what to do. Suddenly opening her eyes she hit her fists together, smiling to herself. ?I will be back in a flash!? Leaping over the couches back she found herself running to the food, dodging people left and right as they preceded to yell after her. Reaching the food court she grabbed a dozen peaches, most in her arms although she put one in her mouth as to carry as much as possible. Walking unsteadily back to the couch she plopped back down, devouring the peaches. Taking one of the peaches from her lap she offered it to the saiyan, wiping her mouth from the excess juice that covered her face.

?Peach? They are good!?

[Celipa]

"Peach?"

The heads of Kollifum and Akane both turned, and their eyes fell upon a black haired humanoid - but she was not human. She was a saiyan, and the tail wrapped around her waist proved that.

Celipa felt incredibly awkward.

"Err, why's everyone...staring at me?" she asked, averting her eyes and taking a step back. "Just want a peach. That's all."

She reached hesitantly over to the plate Akane had in her hands. The blonde girl was still staring at her, rather shakily.

"Oh my," muttered the golden haired child. Below her breath she whispered, "more aliens."

Celipa barked out a laugh and grabbed a peach.

"Get used to it, kid. You'll see a lot of strangers throughout this thing."

She took a seat on the arm of the couch, beside the little blonde girl. The man on the other side of the little girl looked to be of Saiyan heritage as well.

"My name's Celipa," she suddenly stated, remembering her manners. "Nice to meet you both."

"Kollifum," stated the other saiyan simply.

"Akane!" piped up the teen between the two.

Celipa shrugged and hopped off the couch's arm. She strode up to the blank television on the other side of the room, the one designated for their seat. Others were scattered about, but for other seats. She pressed the power button, but had no idea what to do past there.

"Stupid Earth technology," muttered Celipa. She recognized this invention from her time on Earth-sei. "How do I work this thing?"

Akane picked up a remote from the end table beside the couch, and began flipping through channels.

"Oh," grunted Celipa, realizing now where the child was from. "You're an Earther."

She moved back to the couch, resuming her spot on the arm of it.

"No wonder why you know how to use the technology. I'm more used to this kind of thing," she indicated the scouter on her eye.

Kollifum perked up at this.

"Scouter?" he asked simply. "Got Q-Wave?"

"Yes."

"Let's swap frequencies," he said, pulling a pad of paper to him and jotting down a number with a pen that was laying idly on the couch, for some reason. Convienently. "Here's mine."

He tore off the slip of paper and gave it to Cel, who pressed a button on her scouter. The device flicked to life, and she input the frequency...it let out a small chime, indicating that it registered the number.

"You're registered," she stated matter-of-factly. "Now I'm going to send you mine, through Q-Wave."

Her fingers pranced around the outside of the control panel attached to her ear, and Kollifum's scouter sprang to life.

"Confirmation message, would you like to add this contact?" read Kol aloud. "And...accepted." His index finger pushed in a button.

"'K, 'cool'," stated Celipa, using some kind of slang she had heard on Earth.

Akane stared blankly at the television, uninterested in the saiyan goings-on...the techno-babble meant nothing to her.

[Downy Peach]

The outside atmosphere faded, and the Konat found himself within a courteous room dotted with rather exquisite looking furniture and an expansive wooden bar accompanied by it's tender and a few luxurious alcoholic cocktails and things of that nature. He flailed aggressively, gesturing to remove the uncomfortable breeze blowing his face off. He opened his eyes, and saw what appeared to be an air vent blowing cool air abruptly in the direction of his face. He gasped, and tried to rejuvenate the moisture within his dry, eye socket.

?Gack, it's rather breezy in here today, isn't it??

The bartender shrugged at the incoming Konat, who seemed to gesture with his hands whilst speaking.

?Got any whisky, for a bugger like me?? Again, with the repeated hand movement.

?No sir, I'm afraid not. You've been drinking already, I can tell.?

?What? That's appalling! I'm really sad to say, bartender, that you are indeed mistaken.?

?Okay, but they want you in fighting condition when they come to elect. Having some drunk fight for them isn't exactly going to work out, y'know??

?You mean when those royalties walk along trying to select a perfect toiletry to wipe their behind with, right? It has to be perfect, in every respect. The texture, the appearance...?

?Yes, that's what I mean,? he nodded sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

The distillate swayed beautifully in a glass flask before him on the desk. It's amber pigment shining seductively under the light. Tapion took a second to admire it, and then rose the drinking vessel to his lips. His brown leather boots squelched as he rubbed them against the carpet, and the very few bangles he wore around his wrists rattled, with such a distinctive audibility. He held those behind him with as much disregard as possible, inaccurately, he had marked them with nothing but a small note as he awkwardly entered the room; a small blonde lass, a long haired warrior with a tail and a classy, but dangerous looking female with the same kind of appendage as the soldier.

?Survive, you say?!? Ah, to hell with it, they were bound to meet again, no matter what the circumstances, so why not now? He stumbled over to the group with his whisky flask in his right hand. ?The only way to survive, is through altruism and to be single-minded in what you do, and who you ally yourselves with. My name is Tapion, and yours?? He swung his hands around, gesturing to them all.

[Nori]

The voice of Akane piped up in response to answer the Konat, her voice piercing the rumbling of the other fighters in the surrounding mass of the apoplectic event. Holding out her hand she gently shook the swordsman?s hand with a eagerness of a teenager. ?My names Akane!? Smiling at him in a friendly manner she continued to shake the startled man?s hand; startled by the enthusiasm of the girl.

A couple of seconds past, with both of the Saiyans looking at each other for a few moments; moments that seemed to drag on for a eternity. Then quietly they both spoke in conjunction, with formality. It was not necessarily a unfriendly gesture, but rather that of two trained soldiers in a tournament and seeing a opponent with everyone they meet. ?Celipa. Kollifum.?

Akane looked back at them, raising her eyebrow slightly at them. Turning back towards the fighter she noticed that he was a alien, despite his almost human like appearance. His skin was much more pale then that of a humans, and she noticed a sword that was on his back with discrepancy.

?I give up on expecting there to be a lot of humans here.? A anime sweat dropped formed on her head as she sat in her seat, her hand touching her head once more. Slouching forward she suddenly righted herself, hitting her fist into her palm. Withdrawing another peach from her shirt with cunning she offered it to the Konack, who accepted it as there was not hint of treachery afoot.

Taking a bite out of the peach he found himself wiping the sweet juices off of his chin, before quickly taking another bite. The delicacy in front of him was much different then that of what he usually ate, and not savoring every morsel was not a option. Finishing off the peach he found himself almost choking on what the young blonde said to him, finding it somewhat insulting.

?You don?t look that strong, Mr. Tapion.? Tossing the core of the peach behind him into a crowd of luxuries changelings he quickly drew his sword, looking at the cold metal with his drawing colder eyes. Thinking that the weapon was drawn on her, Akane moved to her left and clung to the nearest thing, Celipa. Squeezing the female Saiyan in a tight grip she buried her head into the side of her chest for safety.

[Grandpa Gohan]

OOC: Akane, I haven?t read much of your stuff, but I like it already. ^_^

Gohan appeared in a lounge, many other people were here. None he knew though. It seemed apparent that all these fighters were much more capable than the many low level civilians that he remembered back on Earth. Not that he cared much anyways. He slowly strolled over to a couch and quietly took his seat, waiting for the next phase of the competition.

?Out for a stroll, and now in a tournament Ill probably die in?? thought the old man to himself.

It seemed as thought some of the other fighters knew one another, and were making small conversation. The smug little man was careful to take it all in, carefully looking over everyone, singling out the strongest of the bunch, who he should stay away from and such. ?I wonder how far I?ll make it, all these damn whimper-snappers seem strong enough, wonder if I still got it,? he thought again.

Quickly dismissing it, he let his eyes and thoughts wander, the annoying woman back on Earth popped into his mind, her whole attitude seemed to annoy Gohan in such a way that he couldn?t just forget about it. He began to ponder why she got on his nerves as much as she had. Maybe it was because she was just so uninterested in her work, he didn?t know.

He looked up when he saw the conversation between the konat, Tapion and the young teenage woman, Akane. Forgetting the woman at the registration place, the aged man got up and slowly walked towards the woman, who was clinging to another female who he didn?t know.

?Might I have one of those peaches? They look mighty delicious" he spoke in a rather happy tone, not wanting to frighten the girl anymore than the konat already had.

[Whompt]

The soft pitter-patter of liquid splashing against the teleportation pad came to an end, and a very relieved Spopovich nonchalantly hiked his pants back up to his waist. In contrast to his earlier embarrassment, the large human looked calm, almost as if he had forgotten all about showing up in his birthday suit. Which, of course, he had.

Wide-eyed with wonder, Spo scanned his surroundings while taking a few steps off the pad, somehow keeping in mind to avoid the puddle on the floor.

?Wow? Those guys had a magic bathroom. I didn?t know they could make those! Awesome!?

Laughing in childish glee, Spopo darted here and there in the room, even the most mundane items put a huge smile on his face. After all, a magic couch was much cooler than a normal couch. However, even magical booths that transformed into big rooms with couches and stuff could only hold the big man?s attention for so long. Boredom set in after his mind finally caught on that the magical furniture didn?t do anything special.

?Stupid bathroom?? he grumbled angrily to himself as he walked back to the teleportation pad. This time, unfortunately, his bare feet came in contact with wetness and Spopovich looked down as he jumped back in surprise. Grimacing, the veined warrior walked to the bartender who, up until this moment, had been too stunned to even scream at him about the piss.

?There?s pee on your floor. You should have someone clean it up before somebody else steps in it,? Spo said, swelling up with pride over his good deed of making sure the man knew.

Finally, the shock wore off and the screaming began, none of which Spop even heard since his short attention span had already moved on. Yes, the big boy had finally noticed the other fighters in the room. They were a funny-looking bunch, and he laughed at the sight of their tails and ears and littleness and oldness. Walking closer, he stood to the side of the two saiyans and began to study them meticulously.

[Aero]

The tele-tube swooshed him down its body until reaching to the lounging area, where most of the other competitors were awaiting the draft. His movement stopped, and the door opened; he was to be in the lounge until further notice.

Bun slowly exited the tele-tube and looked around. The room had been decorated nicely, and was very welcoming. The pink walls made the room look larger than it actually was, and the beige carpet was cleaned nicely and had no marks of dirt or residue. A few chairs were scattered throughout the room, carefully placed in locations where they could find some use. Bun smiled as he walked further into the lounge. A thin television was placed on one side of the room, and it was on, but the show was something unfamiliar to Bun; it was Dr. Phil, whatever that was. On the other side of the room was the food and beverages, which were open to the competitors. That?s were Bun?s interests lied.

The alien walked over to the table to have a glance at the assorted foods. Most of them were foreign to his knowledge, but he wasn?t the type of person to not try something new. He slowly picked up an orange curl that was in a large red, transparent bowl. He examined the piece of food, but soon chucked it into his mouth for further analysis. He slowly chewed the curl, trying to figure out whether or not the taste was something that he approved of. It was. A smile appeared upon his smooth face as he swallowed the curl and dug his hand into the bowl to pull out more to feed his new found addiction in the orange snack.


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OOC: Alright, everyone and anyone is welcome to interact with my character.

[Paragus]

The saiyan had finally landed at his destination. The transparent tube released him and the warrior stepped out observing his surroundings. He stepped slowly off the teleportation pad and walked into what seemed to be the lounge. The room beared a very blank appearance. The walls were a light pink with a beige carpet to give a home type feel. All there was for furniture was a normal couch in front of a plasma screen T.V and a couple of chairs sparaticly placed amongst the room.

"What did i sign up for" The saiyan said staring at his fellow combatants.

A massive muscled giant stood amongst, he caught the saiyans attention almost immediatly. He had no hair and had an unusual M tatooed across his pale forehead. He looked like he could pose a serious threat. The saiyan quickly diverted his attention to a group of saiyan's. Paragus passed a sigh of relief that his own kind will be takning place in this "Game".

He slowly inched his way deeper into the lounge area. The saiyan was thinking about confronting these people, but he was never really one for chit-chat. The plasma screen and the couch seemed to be the only way out of actually talking to these people.

"This cant get any weirder" before the saiyan could even take a breath a tiny pink creature walked passed him muttering incoherant babble. "Ok its official, it just did" Paragus said strecthing for the remote control on t he other end of the relaxing couch. He gave one last glance at what all the other fighters were doing before he leaned back and began to find something good on.

OOC: Talk to me if you want

[Saz]

Sazuaa rematerialized in a large lounge like room, filled with fighters seemingly from every corner of the universe. He took a single step out of the teletube pad and stopped, suddenly he felt his stomach retch, his vision became blurry and he started feeling dizzy. It had been some time since Sazuaa had last used a teletube, so long infact that he had forgot the effect it had on him. Bringing his left hand up to cover his mouth as he struggled to stop himself from spewing his guts up.

Still struggling to see the non-transformer uneasily made his way up to a comfy looking leather chair away from the other fighters. Sitting himself down, Sazuaa hid his face in his hands. ?Ugh, I?m never, ever doing that again? he muttered to himself as he slowly started to recover from the jetlag.

His vision steadily returning to normal, he decided to check out the competition. From first glance not many warriors had turned up for Dantes Abyss, a lot less than Sazuaa had estimated. There was however a good mixture of races taking part, even some creatures Sazuaa didn?t know of.

The alien warrior let out a yawn, when does this thing begin he asked himself. Across the room there appeared to be a sort of cluster of fighters forming between some of the more colourful characters in the room. A young human girl, most likely in her teens, a mohawked swordsman, and two tough looking fighters, one male, one female. All of whom seemed to have a unbridled passion for peaches.

The non-transformer paused for a second, it was hard to tell from so far away, but it seemed that the two dark haired warriors had tails, Sazuaa couldn?t help but be taken aback for a moment. He had heard tales of a race of savage beings with tails that laid siege to planets across the universe in the past, the Saiyans.

Saiyans, a race notorious for their brutal and ruthless style of combat, oh how Sazuaa had longed to fight one on one against one of those monkeys. Sazuaa tightened his fist, what a perfect opportunity, and it had simple fell into his lap, the chance to battle against a saiyan. He felt himself begin to shake with excitement. The contest had just got a whole lot more interesting.

[Celipa]

"Temper, temper."

Celipa patted Akane softly on the back and pulled the youngster from her deathgrip, which had been on Cel's chest. She rose up from her seat on the arm of the couch, and took a single step forward - enough to get right in the Konat-jin's face. Her eyes were cold and merciless, and her mouth opened up ever so slightly.

"Stop scaring children," her words were ice, and stung with the intensity of it. Tapion wasn't a coward though, and he did not step back.

"I'm not going to back down from you," scoffed Tapion. She smelled alcohol on his breath, and she could feel tears well up slightly from the overwhelming scent.

She took a step back, scowling in disgust.

"I don't care to smell you, Konat," she spat, shooting a glare at the man. Her mind had just stopped reeling from the stench.

Tapion snorted derisively. "I didn't come here looking for a fight."

But their conversation was interrupted as a man entered the proximity - an old man. He looked kindly, he had a small cap resting gently on his head. But it was all becoming a little too overwhelming for Cel; she wasn't in this to make friends.

"I'll catch up with you two later," she nodded towards Akane and Kollifum. "Keep her out of trouble," she noted towards Kol. And then she turned her attention to Tapion, who still stood apprehensively in their area. "And I'll see you," she put snide emphasis on the word 'you', "on the battlefield."

With that, Celipa pushed past the mohawked Konat, and left the group. Crowds weren't her thing, unless she was dismembering parts of them.

OOC: Celipa'll be brooding somewhere, don't bother coming to find her. If she doesn't want to be found, she won't be found. So I'll meet up with some of you again on the battlefield, whether it be on a friendly or unfriendly basis.

[Dantes]

Ducking underneath the roof of the undersized teletube, Nappa entered a massive lounge filled with tables and people to fill them. Scanning the faces amongst the tables, the saiya-jin warrior noticed a few acquaintances from his past. He noticed Suazaa, a fighter he?d met on Namek. Paragus, his lifelong friend, was sitting at a small table near the back wall of the lounge.

Skipping past the rest of the tables, Nappa noticed an average sized bar near the middle of the room. Slowly squeezing past the many tables, and grouped fighters, the saiya-jin elite made his way to one of the barstools. Flopping himself down onto one of the cushioned swivel chairs, he knocked twice on the countertop catching the bartender?s service.

He seemed to be of earthling descent, and a skilled bartender. ?How may I help you sir?? asked the gentleman standing behind the bar.

?What have you got on tap?? Nappa replied, in a low and exhausted tone.

?We have every beer in the planet here tonight sir, you name it we?ve got it!? the bartender laughed, pointing at the many taps around the bar.

It was true, there were at least a thousand taps circling the counter. Nappa was shocked by the selection, and his fatigued body was urging him to get refreshment. ?I?ll take a Yuengling, and please not plastic cups,? Nappa implied, smiling back at his server.

?Right then,? he started, sliding a few feet to his left, ?here you are sir, enjoy.?

Nappa nodded, and lifted the glass to his mouth. Taking a small sip, the taste brought back memories of his past. It had been so long since he?d had a draft beer, that with each sip he?d wash the brew around in his mouth to get the full taste. It was unfortunate that he couldn?t sit with his companions from his days on Vegeta to enjoy such a brew with.

After a few moments, the saiya-jin warrior was given a small bowl of salted peanuts to munch on. He continued to dip into the nuts, and down his beer, still thinking about the saiya-jin he and Bun fought just hours before. ?I wonder where Bun is now?? Nappa thought to himself, as he ordered another draft.

(OOC: if anyone wants to meet up, feel free to do so.)

[Downy Peach]

?A woman with that kind of fire, is worth keeping, don't you say lad??

Kollifum hadn't the slightest idea the Konat-jin was appointing him, and therefore, kept his mouth shut, and held the standing warrior with as much disregard as possible. As the female saiya-jin wobbled away, the mohawked warrior took her place, and brought himself to a seat opposite the girl, and the tailed soldier.

?Now, I didn't mean to scare you, bonnie lass. It's instinctive for me to brandish my weapon like that in a situation like this, I'm always on my guard; the way a fighter should be. Now, how about I make it up to you with some ale, or something like that??

He made a good proposition, one most wouldn't be willing to decline. Although it was rare for him to dish out drinks without the faintest background on who he was giving them to, this girl looked harmless, and even if she did have that innocent shimmer in her eye, that wouldn't put him off buying her anything she desired. It seemed as though she was feeling relief in knowing he didn't mean to scare her, that being the case. The other, scandalous female saiyan had merely blown things out of proportion, and exaggerated a little.

?If you are old enough to drink, I'll buy ya one. If not, suit yourself. I always drank underage anyway; never hurt me.?

[Warako]

?Mr. Cell Junior is here,? said the tiny blue man as he appeared on the tele-tube pad. With his outer blue shell and black wings looking dirty as he was covered in dirt and sweat, he looked around noticing many fighters standing about and most registering within his gut feeling; which he seems to keep feeling and can?t figure out why, getting fed up with it, better to just forget about how he came about with this power and assumed it was suppressed by his amnesia.

Stepping off the tele-tube pad, the winged creature noticed the table of food. ?Yum,? said the little man as he rubbed his tummy heading over to the table. Once again, thanks to his short stature, CJ had trouble getting the food, but rather than hovering up and grabbing it, he thought he?d play it safe and pretend to be pathetic. Junior turned looking around and fixated his eyesight with a folding chair. The little guy made his way over to it and grabbed it dragging it along the floor as if a struggle to move it. Eventually he made it to the table where he unfolded it and climbed up to be able to reach the food among the table.

He dug in the food like it was a WWI trench, eating everything and making sure every food got their share. People nearby watched the little guy as he made a mess of himself, but they became annoyed when the filth, which plagued his blue skin, started to chip off and fall amongst the food. CJ noticed some of his dirt falling among the food but it didn?t bother him, he kept chewing away not caring if he happened to eat some of the dirt. He already ate some dirt earlier when that human knocked him that boulder forcing the earth?s surface into his mouth. He grew indifferent to it as it didn?t affect his metabolism, he just assumed it would do no harm if he happened to get some dirt into his system.

Cell Jr. let out an obnoxious burp drawing a few looks but shrugging them off as he hopped off the chair and made his way towards a cleansing stall which he proceeded to hope in and wash himself down quickly to just get the dirt off. After finishing he came back out into the community room where everyone seemed to have been mingling. He dropped onto a couch and watched television not caring what was on, he didn?t even bother to reach for the remote; he just sat there as exhaustion sat in.

?I?m pooped,? the little turd said.

(OOC: Feel Free to interact with me.)

[Bujin]

Bujin sighed reclusively as he sat on the couch, trying to avoid a lot of attention. He was casually thumbing through the papers that had been handed to him, taking note of every minor detail. To an outside mind, the blue man would have looked to be quite the study while in reality, he was just finding out what he had gotten himself into.

?This is what I signed up for?? He said to himself out loud, and then glanced to both sides of him, ?It kind of sounds a bit?stupid.?

After all, they were signing up for a free war. They were about to kill each other for fun, as well as the amusement of others. Everything about it smelled fishy. It was violent, it was vile; it was perfectly despicable in every way. However, the more that Bujin thought of it, the more he began to realize how perfect it was for him. They even had chips.

Shrugging, he tossed aside his folder and sat awkwardly, eyeing everyone that was in the room. Everyone was perfectly formal and friendly to each other. It seemed to be a false front, however, as they all had to have known that while they were deep in cordial discussion now, they could possibly end up trying to murder the other in the blink of an eye.

Bujin sighed and tried to ignore the inhabitants of the room, and began to focus on the room itself. It was gigantic, for lack of a better word. It was obviously built to contain the massive amount of participants, and it seemed to be built to feed them, too. The best of all, however, was the large televisions that sat in front of every couch.

?I love T.V.!? he shouted with a childish sort of glee. Jumping up in sheer haste, he began to franticly search around for a remote. His hands passed a number of coasters and chip bowls, but nothing that even pertained to the shape of a remote was found. Sitting back with a sigh, however, revealed that he was sitting on it the entire time. It also revealed what was jabbing him in the back for so long. Kicking back, he flipped on the visual contraption and started to randomly search for a station to not pay attention to while he was secretly looking at everyone else.

I love this place?

OOC: Just your average run-of-the-mill OOC attachment. Go ahead and approach Bujin if you want.

[Grandpa Gohan]

Akane looked at the age-ragged face for a moment.

?Sure? she replied, handing him the fuzzy round fruit.

?Thanks!? Gohan replied has he took a bite out of the juicy peach.

Off to the corner of his eye Gohan noticed a rather large saiyan fellow. He didn?t know him but somehow he was draw to this person. He continued to stare rather blankly as he took another bite from the peach. Slowly the man waddled over the bulky saiya-jin. Nappa paid little attention as the old wrinkly man walked up to him, taking another drink from his mug.

Gohan tossed the core of the peach into the closest garbage, ?swishing? it. ?You look rather preoccupied with yourself?? said the frail old man.

?Yeah? And just what?s that got to do with you?? Nappa returned, not even turning to look at the elderly man.

?Well nothing, as a matter of fact, I was just noticing the fact that you seemed lost in thought. You?re not gunna let it get in the way of the tournament are you?? Gohan said smartly.

?Not a chance? the saiyan said quickly.

A couple of witty phrases and beers later they were having a conversation, discussing a wide variety of things, always with an old man? or a ?damn whimper-snapper at the end of their sentences.

Gohan had found himself an ally, granted a very large and smart assed ally, but an ally none-the-less. ?If I?m going to survive this tournament, then I definitely need all the help I can get?
The feeble man though to himself as he talked with the saiyan warrior.

?If you would excuse me Nappa, I must use the toilet?

?By all means??

With that, Gohan excused himself from the bar and strolled to the bathroom.


OOC: Sorry for the length but it was so I could meet someone in FD(which I?m apart of). This should be the last short post I have for a while. o_O;

[Mowgli]

Leaning against a wall in the left rear corner of the room, facing the door. Yamcha continued to examine the fighters that were within the room. He recognized only two faces, the face of Paragus the saiyan warrior that he sparred with not too long ago, and the other face only seemed only vaguely familiar, it resembled the female he had sparred with and lost to.

Yamcha waved once to Paragus and received nothing in return. He had gotten the message loud and clear, no one was there to make friends, every warrior that set foot in the room was there to fight and that was it. Or at least this is what Yamcha hoped.

He had noticed a few people conversate with each other, he figured they were old friends catching up. The boy noticed the little blue man who couldn?t reach the food on the table; he noticed the behemoth of a man, who had an odd marking on his forehead.

The human thoroughly examined every warrior that made any type of movement in the room, so basically Yamcha was extremely bored.

?This is lame.? Thought Yamcha as he continued to look around the room for something to keep his attention, if even only for a few seconds. He then noticed a dark cloaked figure sitting alone on a couch in the corner directly across from him. He was drinking water that appeared to be sweetened. Yamcha could tell by the look of it because it was common on his home planet.

The hand that held the cup seemed to be one that belonged to a namek.

?Ahh a namekian warrior, finally someone I can relate to.? Said Yamcha as he began to walk towards the cloaked namek.

When the young warrior had come within hearing distance he said with a firm tone ?Hello there my brother. I am Yamcha of Sefaru, adopted son of Elder Merkrow.?

The cloaked warrior continued to drink his water and acted as if he had heard nothing.

Yamcha smiled and said ?I bet I can drink more water than you.?


OOC: Very short but served its purpose